mrs. dlamini

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a/n: double upload? here's y'all treat!!

amala...but as a milf 😏 also this one is short and kinda rushed, but i wanted to give y'all another chapter cause i love spoiling y'all 😩

"trick or treat!" i smiled at mrs. dlamini as she opened the door.

"hey y/n! aren't you a little too old to be dressing up?"

i rolled my eyes, grinning, "i'm 19 years old, plus you're never too old to dress up for halloween!"

she nodded, "i guess you're right."

she opened the door a little more, "it's a little cold out here, do you want to come in?"

i nodded as she let me in.

"so how's college?" she asked.

"it's been kicking my ass but i guess i can't complain." i shrugged.

"wheres sophia?" i asked.

"oh she's out with her friends doing, y'know teenager stuff."

i nodded, "what about mr. collins?"

she sighed, "he's out drinking with his friend y'know it's happy hour"

"so he left you all alone?" i frowned.

"yeah.. you know how he is."

"mrs. dlamini he's an asshole and you know it!"

"yeah but i-"

"you deserve better.." i whispered.

maybe it's the right time to tell her.

i let out a sigh. "mrs. dlamini imma be real honest with you.."

she nodded, "go on..."

"the reason why i came here was not only for candy but i also have a confession to make."

i fiddled with my hair, "i really really like you. and i've had this huge crush on you since i was like 15."

she stayed silent.

"but honestly i've seen how you looked at me and you've seen how i looked at you. i know you've noticed how much i've grown."

i put my hands on my boobs, "especially these."

she bit her lip, "i would be lying if i said you were wrong."

"oh come here." i grinned, pulling her into a kiss. she kissed me back hungrily.

she pulled me onto her lap as i ran my hands through her hair, grinding on her slowly.

my lips slowly went down to her neck, nibbling on her skin, leaving marks.

she began pulling my shirt off. her warm hands caressed my breasts.

she kissed my left boob, groping the other.

"fuck." i moaned out, rubbing her back.

"amala i-"

we jumped up when we heard the car door close.

"oh shit. my husbands here."

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